Estimated arrival time : 3 weeks
Yes I'm being optimistic.^-^
Wish me luck guys ^-^
-Artemis


That ShirtI hate this You and that damn shirt It makes you look Touchable, Kissable, Reachable, everything I know you're notThat Shirt
That was my band, My area Why couldn't you stick to
Aeropostale?
Then you look
Untouchable, Unreachable, Not Kissable, At all. Don't give hope to moon girl Go back to being sun boy


Why can't I? His face is just a whisper His smile is just a dreamWhy can't I?
He's not really beside me
His kiss is just a fairytale His love is just a silly fantasy
He never really lived
So why must I remember? Why can't I forget? The nightmare of his death.


PromisesPromises never meant to be kept, Should never have been said, Meant to comfort, Meant to soothe, Not meant to distress , or to bemuse,Promises
So why not let things stand? Never run from you plans, Run from those who you'll disappoint, Let then remember you,
the way you used to stand , when promises meant something, and you were a better man...


there's a leak in my heart.i want to be naked in a room with you and only touch your face.there's a leak in my heart.
i want to marvel at the pain in your eyes and the choke in your voice, asking me to please, please, don't fade away. your eyelashes become black smoke and i mumble something about falling down.
so desperately do i want to close my eyes, to curl up in a ball and make my life an instrumental. but clinging onto the strings of my soul is a hand formed by thousands of i love yous, and countless feelings of inadequacy. i am not enough for you, and you are not enough for me. there will never be enough in this world for us. we are the disappointed. we are the on
Ivy Goddess

home.take a deep breath, hold it in--don't forget to hold your nose. jump into scalding water and we'll see what you really look like when you come out.home.
you'll be boiled down to the bone and we'll all scrape the marrow from the edges and whisper things like "have you lost weight?" into the side of your skull.
i woke up at 6 AM today, couldn't fall back to sleep. my hormones have been going crazy and i've been bleeding three weeks straight. i'm not concerned enough to go to a doctor, though. i think the world would go on just fine without me. out of all the people in the world, i'm probably very low on the overall i


comma-threeWe used to have so much fun, you know. Sleeping out under the stars and blanketing our shivering limbs with improv lullabies. Songs so warm that it would linger over our goosebumped legs and tickle them with heat. Looking for beach glass and writing trailing love songs using "and" instead of commas. What happened to that? Are we just too good for that now? All that's left of us are a handful of Fruitopia bottle caps and a few faded purikura pictures and those lapis-blue straw/spoon hybrids for drinking slushies. My calloused guitar-fingers are a living scrapbook of forgotten memories, the songs we used to sing are the dog-eared photographs. &comma-three
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Jede Katze ist ein Meisterwerk - Leonardo Da Vinci
私は日本語を勉強します。
I eat art thieves with Nutella.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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